Ｍｏｒｉｂｕｎｄ|| w. afton x reader

♗Unconventional♗

Y/N scrubbed yet another table down.
It was the beginning of their graveyard shift at the 24/7 diner they worked at. Yet for some reason it was a busy Tuesday at midnight. They had clocked in not even 20 minutes ago and they had already taken three orders and wiped five tables down.

Did some sort of concert happen or some new movie come out? Y/N didn't know or care; they were just happy with the tips they had already received early into the night.

The bell over the diner's door chimed, gaining the attention of Y/N. In walked Dave. He was a regular, one of Y/N's. The frail looking man threw a glance over at the server who shot a grin straight at him. He returned it, his thin lips quirking upwards as he settled into a booth.

Y/N made their way over to the man's booth, a steaming pot of coffee and a mug at the ready.

"Ah, you know me so well," Dave smiled up at the server as they poured him his usual cup of coffee.

"Gonna eat anything today, Dave?" Y/N teased. The pale man slightly pouted and shrugged.

"Are you finally on the menu?" He retorted, taking a sip from his coffee. The server held back an eye roll and sigh as they chuckled as nonchalantly as they could at the innuendo. Dave joined in with his own giggle, clearly thinking he was one smooth motherfucker.

This happened a lot, considering that Dave came in almost every night. And at the same time. Hence the 'regular' status and knowledge of his usual habits.

It amused Y/N and they didn't think much of it, for Dave always left generous tips and wasn't as creepy as other older patrons the server had encountered before. Some could say he was attractive in his own unconventional way.

The two finished laughing, Y/N ignoring the eyes of the other waiters and customers. Dave sighed and looked pensive for a second, before casting a glance at his watch. 

"I think I'll have a slice of apple pie," He took a sip of his coffee, an expectant glint vacating his eyes. 

"Changed your mind?" Y/N scribbled the order onto their notepad. 

"You could say that." Dave smiled up at the server, his pale grey eyes on full display.

They fascinated Y/N, for they had never heard or seen of anyone with grey eyes. At first, they thought they were a pale blue. Or some sort of combination of blue. But they were just plain grey, the color of ash. Dave's ever-present dark circles accentuated them even more, boosting them to silver status.

"Close your mouth before you swallow a fly." Dave teased.

Y/N's eyes bounced away from the man's, embarrassed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare."

"I don't mind, dear," Dave cooed.

Y/N curtly smiled before walking away from the booth.

A few minutes had passed when the server returned to the older man's table.

"One slice of apple pie, and here's the ice cream that goes with it," Y/N set the plates down with a flourish, definitely working for that tip.

Dave was quiet before he smiled and nodded thanks to the server. How odd. Here Y/N was, expecting some sort of flirtatious comment or compliment of sorts.

Another patron flagged Y/N down for a refill, so they left the man alone with his apple pie and ice cream. It wasn't like Y/N only worked for Dave.

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"Ugh, I'm fucking finally on break," Y/N commented to Cheryl, another waitress. They stretched, eager to get away from the smell of old coffee.

"Tell me about it, sweetpea," Cheryl responded, taking her stained apron off and hanging it on a rack.